I was riding down Stagecoach today (I think that's the name, the trail that goes from the top of Bommer Ridge down into Nix) when I passed a few hikers sitting on the side of the trail. With my charm and trail etiquette in full force today (such a beautiful day, how could it not be), I yelled out a good morning. Just as I finished, I saw a HUGE rattler lying across the trail.
After taking a few seconds to identify the snake (giant triangular head was a give-away, then I saw the rattles) then to flash through my options (jump, skid to a stop, go in front of it), I decided to skid to a hault. This freeken snake was huge. I almost didn't stop in time and probably should have tried to jump, but I'm not very acrobatic. Somehow, in the midst of all of that, I think I screamed (total chick moment).
One of the hikers jumped to his feet and rushed over with a golf club. My second greatest fear on the trails - humans.

By the time he met me, the snake had coiled, rattled a pissy rattle, then scooted off to the bushes. The hiker said he carries the golf club because he saw a rattle snake out there once. He either hits the ground to scare it or scoots it. Either way, more courage than me; I was considering climbing back out.
No, I don't have pics. That mother-effer scared me. I wouldn't take pics of a serial killer coming after me either. Freaks.
